I kind of marvel at the way that acquaintances become best friends and even lovers in that mid-night haze. It's another world. We take each other by the hand and we find it. We go to that place together. A world of loud music, loud feelings, loud mouths, loud thoughts and ideas and everything is loud and bursting inside of us. Except the light, which softens everything, especially our hearts. We get tired but never tired enough; we can go on like this forever. From oblivion to oblivion, we wake up and find that not everything that was true last night is still true. It's a disillusionment. We move along.

ACK.